On that person's chest, there was a faint scent of chocolate, a scent that seemed familiar.
"Who the hell dares to hit me!" Lin Shaocong cursed as he climbed up from the ground. When he saw the face of the man holding Luo Xiaoqian, his ferocity instantly turned into an ingratiating smile, "Brother Zimo, what brings you here..."
"Get lost!"
Leng Zimo coldly spat out a single word.
Zimo?
Leng Zimo?!
Luo Xiaoqian lifted her face to look at the man in front of her. Seeing his icy and handsome face, she instantly felt like she had fallen from Heaven into Hell.
She had said it before, a hero saving the damsel in distress was something that only happened in novels and movies.
In reality, there were no heroes saving damsels; it was more like she had escaped the wolf's den only to enter a tiger's lair!
If she had a choice, she would rather be slapped by Lin Shaocong than see Leng Zimo before her.
Seeing the repulsion in her eyes, Leng Zimo's brows tightened even more.
